I hurried up to the mountaintop. There were many ancient ruins here, with grass growing thick and orioles flitting through the air, but moss covered everything. Where no plants grew, fallen leaves drifted everywhere. Even the few trees only added to the trouble. Clearly, the disciples usually couldn't be bothered to manage the surroundings, leaving everything to live or die on its own.
So far, Fu Yu hadn't lied. Seeing my arrival, the figures of several disciples on the mountain gradually appeared one after another. Some looked as though they hadn't woken up yet, some watched me with spirits soaring, and some seemed quite interested. There was also someone I knew—the female attendant who had followed Fu Yu before. This taciturn attendant was obviously only using a false identity. In truth, she was probably either an elder sister or a younger sister.
At the center of the mountaintop stood a modest stone hall. Aside from its bricks and tiles, some old paint still clung to the walls, though it probably wouldn't last much longer. The place looked rather dilapidated. There was even a pile of kitchenware beside the main hall—pots, bowls, basins, and the like—giving it a strong air of everyday life.
Even those in the Dao Comprehension Realm sometimes had to cook. When the gathering of spiritual energy slowed, they also had to rely on food for sustenance.
"Little Junior Brother!" One of the plump women immediately waved at us. Fu Yu hurriedly bent at the waist. "Second Senior Sister!"
"Haha, good. Then this is going to be our Seventh Junior Brother from now on, right? He looks a little older than you. Does he listen to you?" the plump woman asked with a laugh.
"Well... he doesn't, Senior Sister. He doesn't want to join our Fu Cang Mountain.